It's June.
Why is it so fucking cold here?

Phuck Philly.
I'm drunk. Haven't slept.
Didn't have to buy a drink all night long, though.
Chopper pilot convention.
Pottsville brew all night.

Blurrrrp.

Fly boys, Lagers, insomnia,
and a deep freeze.

50/50 fun in Philly, phucker.

Phine phiggerin', phucker.

But now I'm home, and I don't get to sleep because there's construction going on in my casa.

ALL DAY.

More booze!

Too bad you can't get Victory's
Golden Monkey beer.
Mix that w/box sangria for a
Bloody Monkey and your ass
is in a sleeper hold like-
*that*.

Try another good trippel
style beer.

Franzia is the boxy best.

Hurts my tummy.
Surely Ab's got one of steel.

Lead, actually.

But I'll stick with my regular booze.
And none tonight.

Contruction done.
Must sleep.

The sleep of the 'ho-ed out.

A ho's gots ta sleep.

At least lay down occasionally.

Oh, and I took special delight in shooting down a Hoser fly boy.

"You gotta understand, it's onacuz you're K anadian."

Oh! His money wasn't workin'
for ya?

Ever hear of "exchange rate"?

In KaneAda, do they have
EhTMs?

It's a matter of principle.
Plus, he wasn't all that.
Besides, he wasn't the one buyin'.

You were?

No, there was a dynamic duo with a big fat expense account.
I tried to pay, but they insisted.
I was one of two chicks in the bar under 70.

Sounds like the leveled
playing field you love.

And how was my mommy
doing?
She gettin' any heat?

Tactical drinkin's what it's all about.
Anyway, I went upstairs with the one
who had the forethought to have a stocked
cooler at last call.

Strategy, baby.

So-
Forethought leads to
foreskin?

Foreplay.
I don't specialize in repairs.

Foreplay,
then 4 more...

Like I said,
I need rules.

Cheaper by the dozen?

I'm cheap enough on my own,
thank you very much.

You are welcome.

Wogger the Wal Mart of Woo-Hoo!

It's not like I've gone global.

Oh wait.
Nevermind.

Spanning the globe w/her globes.

Like Colossus spread his package
over Rhodes, such is Wogger over
this blue planet.

Seven Degrees of Wogger.

Have we all indirectly "been there".
?

"I touched Wogger's..."
Never mind.

Sounds like a claim half of Vegas can make these days.

Please...I haven't even gotten out of my neighborhood yet.

Chimay and Meow Mix. We're getting ready to call Abby.

I gotta get up at 6am for a stupid motorcycle safety class.

Watching movies, drinking 60minute IPA and trying like a motherfucker to fall asleep.

It's hardest to be safe on the stupid motorcycles, but you seem like a man who loves a challenge.

She should really have that lump looked at.

It's a long story. The short of it is that my parents are avid motorcyclists and it puts my mother at ease to know I went through the 20hour course.

As for the lump... that's no lump, that's the inflation nozzle.

Oh, and to stay on topic.
I drank some absinthe the other day. It tasted like licorice.

Ha!

That's not a lump.

It's a pile







of Dinky.

Can't be an inflation nozzle.
Dinks lacks PSI.

His hose's ID is minimal.

I haven't had any absinthe in over a week and I'm trippin' Balz™ tonight. There’s a fucking hog smacking the shit out of the inside of my head (long overdue).

I miss that buzz...

Cause of a few thousand posts.